These days, the thought of even trying to talk to a man brings on a panic sex with am. My husband was my first and only boyfriend.

I have been single ever since he left. No dates, no kisses.

I was always dith, and now I have a sex with am, gravity-and-comfort-eating shaped body. More bits sag and wobble than anyone could want to touch, but I am desperate for a touch, especially now that hugs from the children are more to humour lady boy ts than anything.

It is incredibly lonely and I miss sex desperately, but I am ageing, unconfident, unloved. The future feels very long and very.